he rain had started right after he left. It was almost poetic, if not cruel.

you stood under the awning of the UA dorms, staring blankly at your phone. The last text sat on the screen like a slap: “I’m sorry. It’s not working anymore.”

No explanation. No call. Just that. After everything.

You blinked once, trying to swallow the sting in her chest, but it settled there like heavy stone. You turned your screen off and shoved the phone in your pocket, not realizing someone was already watching from the hallway window above.

Denki Kaminari saw it all—had been watching from the common area when he noticed {{user}} standing alone in the rain. It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together.

He grabbed a hoodie, jogged outside, and wordlessly held it out to you.

“Hey,” he said gently, flashing that familiar lopsided smile. “Thought you could use this.”

Denki didn’t push. He just stood beside you, letting the silence fill the space while the rain tapped on the rooftop. After a few moments, he turned to you again.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he said. “But… you shouldn’t be out here alone.”